English Poetry. John Oldham. Promising a Visit. Джон Олдем.
John Oldham (Джон Олдем) Promising a Visit SOONER may art, and easier far, divide The soft embracing waters of the tide, Which with united friendship still rejoin, Than part my eyes, my arms, or lips from thine: Sooner it may time’s headlong motion force, In which it marches […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68 Now Neptune’s month our sky deforms, The angry night-cloud teems with storms; And savage winds, infuriate driven, Fly howling in the face of heaven! Now, now, my friends, the gathering gloom With roseate rays of wine illume: […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Speak of the North! A Lonely Moor. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) * * * Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour Hurriedly through its ferny dells. Profoundly still the twilight air, Lifeless the landscape; so we deem Till like a phantom […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 23. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 23 I often wish this languid lyre, This warbler of my soul’s desire, Could raise the breath of song sublime, To men of fame, in former time. But when the soaring theme I try, Along the chords my […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses As a nymph’s carven head sweet water drips, For others oozing so the cool delight Which cannot steep her stiffened mouth of stone– Thy nescient lips repeat maternal strains. Memnonian lips! Smitten with singing from thy […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Child-Woman. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Child-Woman O thou most dear! Who art thy sex’s complex harmony God-set more facilely; To thee may love draw near Without one blame or fear, Unchidden save by his humility: Thou Perseus’ Shield! wherein I view secure The mirrored Woman’s fateful-fair allure! Whom […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Mirage. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Mirage As an Arab journeyeth Through a sand of Ayaman, Lean Thirst, lolling its cracked tongue, Lagging by his side along; And a rusty-wingèd Death Grating its low flight before, Casting ribbèd shadows o’er The blank desert, blank and tan: He lifts by […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Omen. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Omen Yet is there more, whereat none guesseth, love! Upon the ending of my deadly night (Whereof thou hast not the surmise, and slight Is all that any mortal knows thereof), Thou wert to me that earnest of day’s light, When, like the […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Poet and Anchorite. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Poet and Anchorite Love and love’s beauty only hold their revels In life’s familiar, penetrable levels: What of its ocean-floor? I dwell there evermore. From almost earliest youth I raised the lids o’ the truth, And forced her bend on me her shrinking sight; […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Child’s Kiss. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Child’s Kiss Where its umbrage1 was enrooted, Sat, white-suited, Sat, green-amiced and bare-footed, Spring, amid her minstrelsy; There she sat amid her ladies, Where the shade is Sheen as Enna mead ere Hades’ Gloom fell thwart Persephone. Dewy buds were interstrown Through her […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice “HERE we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o’er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers To heaven in mingled odour ascend. Do not disturb our calm, oh Love! So […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 9. Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 9. Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See THOUGH the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 13. St. Senanus and the Lady. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 13. St. Senanus and the Lady St. Senanus “ON! haste, and leave this sacred isle, Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be, A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. A Supplication. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) A Supplication Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master’s humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12 They tell how Atys, wild with love, Roams the mount and haunted grove; Cvbele’s name he howls around, The gloomy blast returns the sound! Oft too, by Claros’ hallowed spring, The votaries of the laurelled king Quaff […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 78. Томас Мур. 78-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 78 When Cupid sees how thickly now, The snows of Time fall o’er my brow, Upon his wing of golden light. He passes with an eaglet’s flight, And flitting onward seems to say, “Fare thee well, thou’st had […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From Life without Freedom. Томас Мур. За Свободу!
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From Life without Freedom From life without freedom, say, who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? Hark! – hark! ’tis the trumpet! the call of the brave, The death-song of tyrants, the dirge of the slave. Our […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. Written at St. Peter’s. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) Written at St. Peter’s O GRACIOUS Lord, forgive us; we are all, All of us, sinners vile; But these, who build Greatness upon their brethren’s miseries; Who scorn to make Thy meek and patient life The pattern of their doings; yet put on A […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. The English Fog. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) The English Fog How erring oft the judgment in its hate Or fond desire! Those slow-descending showers, Those hovering fogs, that bathe our growing vales In deep November (loathed by trifling Gaul, Effeminate), are gifts the Pleiads shed, Britannia’s handmaids. As the beverage falls, […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. Bedford Level. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) Bedford Level Yet much may be performed, to check the force Of nature’s rigour: the high heath, by trees Warm-sheltered, may despise the rage of storms: Moors, bogs, and weeping fens, may learn to smile, And leave in dykes their soon-forgotten tears. Labour and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes ERIN! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 90. The Fortune-Teller. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 90. The Fortune-Teller DOWN in the valley come meet me to-night, And I’ll tell you your fortune truly As ever ’twas told, by the new-moon’s light, To a young maiden, shining as newly. But, for the world, let no one […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 96. Shall the Harp Then Be Silent. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 96. Shall the Harp Then Be Silent SHALL the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave Where the first […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 108. Sing — Sing — Music Was Given. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 108. Sing — Sing — Music Was Given SING — sing — Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in heaven, By harmony’s laws alone are kept moving. Beauty may boast of her […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Evening Solace. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) Evening Solace THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 39. Томас Мур. 39-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 39 How I love the festive boy, Tripping through the dance of joy! How I love the mellow sage, Smiling through the veil of age! And whene’er this man of years In the dance of joy appears, Snows […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 2. Томас Мур. 2-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 2 Give me the harp of epic song, Which Homer’s finger thrilled along; But tear away the sanguine string, For war is not the theme I sing. Proclaim the laws of festal right,[1] I’m monarch of the board […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. Ballad (Spring it is cheery). Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Ballad (Spring it is cheery) Spring it is cheery, Winter is dreary, Green leaves hang, but the brown must fly; When he’s forsaken, Wither’d and shaken, What can an old man do but die? Love will not clip him, Maids will not […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. Hero and Leander. Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Hero and Leander TO S. T. COLERIDGE. It is not with a hope my feeble praise Can add one moment’s honor to thy own, That with thy mighty name I grace these lays; I seek to glorify myself alone: For that […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies The Poem was prefaced by the following letter to Charles Lamb:– “My dear Friend, I thank my literary fortune that I am not reduced like many better wits to barter dedications, for the hope or […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Here and Now. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Here and Now Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one, Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Weather of the Soul. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Weather of the Soul There is a world of being We range from pole to pole, Through seasons of the spirit And weather of the soul. It has its new-born Aprils, With gladness in the air, Its golden Junes of rapture, Its winters […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. A Wood-path. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) A Wood-path At evening and at morning By an enchanted way I walk the world in wonder, And have no word to say. It is the path we traversed One twilight, thou and I; Thy beauty all a rapture, My spirit all a […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Morning in the Hills. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Morning in the Hills How quiet is the morning in the hills! The stealthy shadows of the summer clouds Trail through the cañon, and the mountain stream Sounds his sonorous music far below In the deep-wooded wind-enchanted cove. Hemlock and aspen, chestnut, beech, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Cry of the Hillborn. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Cry of the Hillborn I am homesick for the mountains— My heroic mother hills— And the longing that is on me No solace ever stills. I would climb to brooding summits With their old untarnished dreams, Cool my heart in forest shadows […]
English Poetry. Margaret Cavendish. Of Fire and Flame. Маргарет Кавендиш.
Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш) Of Fire and Flame ALthough we at a distance stand; if great The Fire be, the Body through will heat. Yet those sharpe Atomes we do no perceive; How they flye out nor how to us they cleave. Nor do they flame, nor shine […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Gift. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Gift I said to Life, “How comes it, With all this wealth in store, Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, Thy cry is still for more? “Count all the years of striving To make thy burden less,— The things designed and fashioned To […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. To a Young Lady on Her Birthday. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) To a Young Lady on Her Birthday The marching years go by And brush your garment’s hem. The bandits by and by Will bid you go with them. Trust not that caravan! Old vagabonds are they; They’ll rob you if they can, And […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M.. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M. This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon, Riding at anchor off the orient sun, Had broken its cable, and stood out to space Down some frore Arctic of the aërial ways: And now, back warping from the inclement main, Its vaporous […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Making of Viola. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Making of Viola I. The Father of Heaven. Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Twirl your wheel with silver din; Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Spin a tress for Viola. Angels. Spin, Queen Mary, a Brown tress for Viola! II. […]